In the dark and imposing interior of the castle, the scene unfolds in an opulent

In the dark and imposing interior of the castle, the scene unfolds in an opulently decorated throne room, but which exudes an aura of coldness and threat. The walls, covered with black velvet tapestries and embroidered with snake and skull motifs, seem to absorb the light from wrought iron chandeliers that cast unsettling shadows. the Queen, a figure of icy and authoritative beauty, is sitting on an obsidian throne, carved into grotesque and sinister shapes. Her scarlet red silk dress, with silver and leather details, shapes your body in an imposing way, and his black iron crown seems a symbol of cruel power. His expression is a mask of coldness, with sharp eyes and a smile that rarely touches his lips, but now it is a sinister trait. In front of her, a group of subjects and advisors, visibly disturbed, is gathered in a semi-circle. The air is charged with a palpable tension, and the sound of anxious murmurs is drowned out by the queen's domineering presence. Every word she utters is cutting and full of contempt., your orders are given in a tone that brooks no dispute. The Chief Advisor, an elderly man with a pale countenance and a look of fear, is kneeling before her, visibly shaking. He tries to explain the situation of a recent conflict in the kingdom, but his voice wavers and he constantly looks at the queen with a mixture of respect and dread. Beside him, a Captain of the Guard, with polished armor but marked by scars from previous battles, watches with a rigid expression. He holds a scroll with a detailed report, but avoid the queen's direct gaze, aware of the possible consequences of any error or disobedience. the Queen mantém uma postura ereta, his long, pale fingers gently tapping the arm of the throne, as she listens with a disdainful expression. His piercing gaze sweeps across those present, and the air around her seems to vibrate with the anticipation of her decision.